Leilani.
I have no idea if it is because of the things I have planned out and kept tucked up my sleeves, but the hours have been moving at an impressive speed. Seconds bled into minutes which bled into hours and the next thing I know, I was shoving a box of my wedding dress into the back of my car.
My knuckles were chalky white as I gripped hard onto the steering wheel and my body thrummed with every emotion there is as I drove all the way to the hotel.
For some reason, I didn't trust Darius enough to believe that he was incapable of planting something in my car, so after pretending to curse out the triplets over the phone, I shoved my phone into my pocket and continued to drive.
